Alright, I wanted to explain what I've been inactive recently, and that is school. I'm focusing a bit more on my studies, so don't expect regular updates until the summer. Another reason is that an aunt of mine passed away, so I needed time. Anyway, this story definately deals with a few things.
First and formost is that nations can change their genders at will, but some are physically incapable of doing so, which lead to them passing themselves off as male. The second thing is that these specific nations can have children with another nation, which means that, unlike most fanfictions where nations have kids with mortal people, these new personifications aren't exactly assigned a role at first. They end up either fading away, or becoming states or provinces or regions. Without further ado, let's get started.
Their Children
Canada smiled as she watched over New Brunswick, not by far her least favourite. In fact, both she and Nova Scotia were her favourites, alongside Ontario and Quebec. Heck, she loved all her children, even the newer ones. Even Ukraine, their other mother (which was weird for her little ones, having two mothers) loved them. But the Canadian woman feared the day her children would be found out by the rest of the world.
The same could be said for America and Belarus' children.
Unlike the majority of the world (and Canada scoffed, they really were stupid if they couldn't even figure out she was there or if she were male or female), she couldn't change her gender. America couldn't change hers either. So they continuously passed themselves off as males.
Ukraine and Belarus could change, which was how they'd managed to get them...expecting in the first place. It was a long nine months. "Babe?" Ukraine asked, and Canada started.
"I'm fine, you just startled me," she answered. Her girlfriend (or wife, it was a bit complicated between them) chuckled.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch," the Ukrainian female said. Canada nodded.
"Sure. Besides, Marietta, Astrid, Éowyn (Ontario), and Catherine can look after the others until we get back." She answered, fixing her gaze upon the beautiful Ukrainian woman standing beside her. Ukraine smiled.
"It's gonna be okay," the female Ukrainian said.
"Okay...okay." The Canadian woman said.
*Three days later*
Canada sat in the theatre, absolutely shocked as two of cinema's greatest movie lines were said.
"It's gonna be okay!"
"Okay! Okay!"
She was barely aware of the tears slipping down her cheeks as she watched the movie about the Yarnell Hill Fire, where nineteen firefighters had perished battling the blaze. Canada doubted America didn't know about it, seeing as how the American female had experienced the burn scar permanently fix itself onto her skin. Once the movie was over, she quickly stood and walked out of the theatre, getting into her truck.
"Babe?" Ukraine asked. She too had been shocked, and had felt physically ill as she realized the dedication that the heroic firefighters had to their duty...and to their nation.
"I-I'm fine baby girl," Canada murmured, tracing her own burn scars. She breathed in. There would be that hope that one day, maybe all fires on Earth would end. If it would be the burning blazes of war or simple forest fires caused either by reckless humans or by lightning strikes, one day it'd be all over. She held on to that hope. Maybe one day, she'd be brave enough to tell the world that she was well and truly female.
Like those nineteen firefighters that had known what might happen to them, and had chosen to try and stop the fire before it destroyed any homes or any lives, which had ended up costing them their lives. Canada would be brave enough one day.